i thought in over a thousand years

i had seen all there was to see

[xfeywonho]

feykijung​:

` * ∞ deserter

( tw: death )

he can picture it: a life where he is free. a life where his choices are his own, and he isn’t toted about like a prize to brag over and display. he will attend the council meetings on his own, with his head held high, until they see him as kiha, not his sire’s fledgling. he can control himself now; he knows it. he can survive on his own without causing trouble or hurting anyone. please, please, please. 

of course, wonho is strong enough to yank him up, and kiha knows resisting will only hurt him more, so he tries to relax– tries to become pliant, even if only in this, even as fabric digs into his neck. it’s not a game, he wants to argue, but it won’t help him to protest here. he doesn’t want to argue, he just wants to be free. he just wants his own life again. he just wants to be able to build something to replace everything his sire took from him. every time he gets close, it’s ripped away again, and it reminds him of hwan, just out of reach as one of his sire’s men slit his throat. maybe everything he wants is destined to graze his fingertips and then tear away.

wonho tosses him back to the ground, and kiha catches his breath, staying there on his hands and knees, making his mind up not to move. “you’ll have to drag me,” he decides, and he tries to say it decisively and with strength. he tries to make certain his voice doesn’t break with impending tears that ebbed just a little beforehand. it still does. it’s not a game. it’s not a game. please. 

“i am tired,” he answers, like he’s correcting him. he’s so tired of it. he’s so tired of running. he just wants to stay still and breathe without standing within his sire’s iron, unsettling grip. “but i can’t stop,” he resolves, and he grits his teeth in determination, a reminder to himself not to give up either. he will keep running as long as it takes. if he’s forced into eternity, it’ll be his own, not what someone else has made for him. he’s so desperate for it. 

he looks up at wonho for a moment, like it’ll make him see his sincerity, but the tears come back at the thought: lifetimes upon lifetimes shackled to a detestable man. he can’t take it. he can’t take another moment of it, and the constant reminder of everything he lost to his sire. “please. i never wanted this– i never– i never–” he inhales sharply in another sob. “i’ll take anything you’ll do to me. you can kill me. just please don’t make me go back. please just kill me.”

It’s the same old riddle, over and over again. For a moment, Wonho is tempted to give in to the haunting pleads of the young fledgling, who so desperately will accept torture and even death, so long as it means that he doesn’t have to go back to his sire. Puzzling, for someone who faithfully accompanied his maker until they met true death—despite their many disagreements and arguments, Wonho always stayed by their side. He owed them that much, after all, they gave him the opportunity of eternal life. After so many years, he finally seems inclined to ask about Kiha’s situation.

He doesn’t, not at first, but the pause in action and argument expose slight hesitation. It can almost seem as though Wonho is ready to detonate, his very glare startling and scaring off whatever witnesses are left to watch the scene. He breathes deeply, still in thought when he finally speaks up again. “Spit it out then,” is all that comes out of his mouth at first. First a babysitter, now a psychologist—what will be the next? He has admittedly never been good at these kinds of things, which is quite painfully obvious by the fact that he bounty hunt, both for fun and for his livelihood.

Tears cover Kiha’s cheeks like they always do but still, Wonho recognises something that he has ignored for so many years now. Is it, fear—actual fear? Perhaps he is looking too far into it now that he is open to the conversation, surely the younger vampire has grown accustomed to a rather good act already. It’s not the first time they are in the middle of such a scene, anyway. “You have one minute to convince me. What is so damn awful about going back?” Behind the stoic demeanour, he begins to wonder what can have happened. 

   Is Kiha being a baby, or is there something else?

The former is true, though, regardless of what is the reason why Kiha keeps refusing to return home to where he belongs. How long has it been since he took a well-deserved break last? Wonho can’t remember, but surely, he will take one after he finishes up with the situation at hand, almost getting lost in the thought of where he would travel next. Is there a place that he hasn’t visited yet? There are undoubtedly one or two that he can explore as a fresh kind of tourist, although, it wouldn’t surprise him if he has been everywhere at this point. 

There is no smile to confirm, yet Wonho is starting to feel somewhat content with the fact that he is planning his next adventure, in midst of meddling with a fledgling. Is he even listening to what Kiha is saying? Some might reach him, and the young vampire can only hope that the ancient monster actually catched what is important. It might save him, it might.

[xfeywonho]

sooo... it has been forever, hasn’t it? i’m finally off hiatus and i think that i’m ready to bring both wonho and dabin back to the dashboard~ i might change fcs for dabin, though, and wonho has been... well, i worried that his dark nature would be too much and thus, i made him softer, but i have realised that was wrong and therefore, i’m going to shift him back to how he’s supposed to be. but yeah, it really has been a while, though... so i’m not sure if the threads that i had prior to my hiatus has been dropped, but i’m going to assume that they have (however, if you would like to continue our thread regardless of the wait, please let me know!). 

with all this said, i need new and fresh threads for both my babes! please like this post if you want to plot something with either (or, both) of them, i’ll get back to you asap~

[xfeywonho]

hiatus notice.

hey~ i’m here to let everyone know i’m going to take a few steps back to get a breather. lately, writing feels more like a chore to me than a hobby. it has come to the point where i neglect my school work and my bf, for the sake of writing, but i’m not able to write because i feel bad as a result of not being there for him (and myself, for that matter). so i’ve requested hiatus until 1rst of july, but if i know myself right, i’ll probably be back before that. ✌✌

[xfeywonho]

SEND ME A FLOWER AND MY MUSE WILL… accept to 🌼 anemone abandon @feykijung

it would be a blatant lie to say that wonho is surprised upon learning the full story-- well, what kiha makes out of it, at least. truth be told, he will never know the entirety of the truth, but that admittedly doesn’t bother him very much. perhaps it’s the simple fact that he is sick and tired of running around like a goddam babysitter that makes him favour the fledgling’s pleads, that has him decide that he plainly would rather free him than to continously drag him back home.

   and, mayhaps, deal with a certain sire when he returns to his presence.

that way he will get two birds with one stone. “alright, get lost then.” it’s all that he says, and it mirror previous devilish attempts of fooling the baby vampire into believing that he actually will finally be free. unlike earlier times, however, wonho means to actually let kiha go this time. it’s about time that they end this childish game of hide and seek, he would say as an excuse, but still fail to show any hint of true empathy, that he actually feels for the kid, although, he does.

to his dismay, kiha isn’t moving, not a single muscle-- which, normally, would call for victory in wonho’s books by now, having grown tired of chasing the boy down. it’s not like that now, this hunt has finally come to an end, a true end. “move then,” he says as a command, all the while shoving him along in a common manner. wonho wouldn’t necessarily say that he has given up on the assignment, but he is done. “i thought this was what you wanted, no? so get moving!”

[xfeywonho]

SEND ME A FLOWER AND MY MUSE WILL... accept to 🌼 sunflower -- help @feykyuhwan

ever since kijung presented his newborn fledgling, wonho hasn’t been able to shake a strong feeling of something not being quite right. not because he is against making new vampires, it isn’t simple as that-- after all, the freshly made addition to their species turned out to be none other than one of his handful of students. he can’t say that he is concerned, but he is rather a curious soul and from what he can recall, kyuhwan never seemed to wish for something alike the blessing and the curse of becoming a nightwalker. from what he knew, at least.

ultimately, his job has been to observe the young male, but he supposes that isn’t enough to properly know someone. not their deepest desires, at least. for quite some time now, wonho has kept from asking too many questions, instead, he offered to continue his current role as kyuhwan’s teacher. well, with slight alterations-- now, he is suitable to coach and advice on a whole different topic than how to learn the piano. wonho has recognised the fact that he isn’t necessarily entitled to train him in this aspect, though, he isn’t at all the sire, after all.

“if you have any questions,” he introduces the subject casually. kyuhwan knows what is meant by that, surely, even if the theme is not yet revealed. “i am happy to answer them.”

[xfeywonho]

feyharin​:

reinforcement.

If there’s a moment when Harin knows he’s made a mistake, it isn’t hard to identify. The vampire’s motions are fluid, whether it’s because of a superhuman ability or because he’s so well practiced in reaching out to grab people by the throat, or more likely some unholy combination of the two. Point is, they move abruptly enough that one ill-timed blink on Harin’s part might have caused him to miss it.

He knows – or at least he’s heard, because it’s not something he’s witnessed firsthand – that hunters have certain tools at their disposal, things that can embolden them to face down beings with a great deal more strength and power than they possess themselves. But they’re working at a physical disadvantage, and it’s strange to witness that playing out right in front of him. Harin can feel his jaw drop in surprise, lips parted as if there’s more he could or should be saying, but it’s clear his assessment of the situation just wasn’t right to begin with. 

Embarrassing? Yes, but maybe not surprising, either. The number of encounters Harin has made of this type … he could probably count them on the fingers of one hand. As he watches the human sprint away down the path, nearly tripping in their haste to get away, he’s also struck with the urge to give chase like a dog after a rabbit. But to what end? Tough words aside, he has no personal quarrel with the hunter, even if their very presence in the city, their goal of hurting, makes his skin crawl.

He could also take his cues from the fact that the vampire shows no interest in giving chase. Ah, why not …?  

The greeting drifting his way indicates no intention of ill will on the vampire’s part, though it’s definitely acidic in its delivery; in the dark, Harin even thinks he sees a smile, although it could be some cruel trick of the street lamps that makes it look like that. It’s not a situation that would make him smile, personally; he isn’t smiling, although he’s fortunately rediscovered the muscle group that can close his jaw. 

“I’m happy I could help,” he answers mildly, though his heartbeat’s still elevated. “Really … don’t mention it. Are you okay?”  

Heartbeats are without doubt like music to Wonho’s ears and he would arguably say that the faster it beats, the better it sounds. It almost triumph those of his very favourite pieces that is known to the beautiful instrument that he has dedicated more than a mortal life on, the piano. Sergei Rachmaninoff suddenly comes to his mind, Prelude in G Minor, Op. 23, No 5 seeming to fit so perfectly for some reason. It happens ever so often that his mind provides him with a background song, much like what is used in the shows that everyone are so caught up with.

   It sets the mood, he supposes.

He can’t help but wonder if the continuance of this particular scene will match the rest of the song, although, a strong gut feeling tells him that, no, it won’t. The smirk that rests along his lips grows even wider and naughtier as response to what the pupper proceeds to say and he lets out a hearty laugh, a hand reaching out to pat the male’s shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner. “I haven’t seen anyone run off that fast since I was chasing down a young desperate fledgling back in the 16th century... mind you, we are on good terms now, but back then...” 

His head shakes as though in disbelief to the fact that he and Kijung, then Kiha, were so very much back and forth, amused chuckles escaping in the process. From the looks of it, though, Wonho is clearly alone in being entertained as the werewolf of company has yet to show the slightest glimpse of a smile. “Of course I am okay,” he eventually says through the same grin as previously, enthusiastically going along with the little act at hand. “I can thank you for that. Please, let me repay you for the kind gesture. I owe you my life,” he teases with blatant lies.

From a bypasser’s point of view, the scene can almost seem neighbourly, with the exception that neither of them are in their neighbourhood, nor are they neighbours. Despite the tension between them, mainly from the werewolf, Wonho is certain that they could have fooled about anyone to believe that they are having a friendly conversation-- to which, honestly, they are. It can turn in many directions, however, all depending on how they place their next pawn.

[xfeywonho]

drunk

feytae​:

@feywonho

it smells. 

in most cases taewoong would ignore this, would instead choose to take another route home, one that would be much safer, deem itself much less troublesome. but the smell becomes too strong for him to simply ignore, there’s a hint of familiarity as well –– his pack.

the young werewolf stops in his tracks, he’d initially planned to go straight back to the dorms but his instincts were stronger. it’s blood, not too much of it, but he knows for a fact it isn’t a small amount as well.

“ah shit,” he sighs, turning back and walking through the alleyway. with every step he takes, the smell becomes more pungent. the smell of sweat, blood, and a were –– no. he furrows his brows, the werewolf isn’t alone. there’s someone else, something else, in it’s midst. 

he needs to be careful, that much he’s aware of. his steps are light and cautious as he makes his way closer towards the area. again, he smells it before he sees it. a powerful vampire, and a werewolf, from his pack. 

taewoong doesn’t like to fight, so he hopes that what he thinks is happening, isn’t. a simple conversation, that’s all he wants. a simple conversation to get rid of any mis ––

“what the fuck?” he spits, the sight of a vampire drinking the blood of a werewolf surprising him. he’d heard of this before, that vampires get drunk off of the blood of werewolves, yet he didn’t quite expect himself to see it happening first-hand, on a random night. his sense of protectiveness grows, the look in his eyes shifting. “are you trying to kill him?” he asks, realizing then that at any minute, he’d snap.

it does not happen very often that wonho loses control and in one way, that tells quite a lot as he can currently be found doing precisely so-- at least, that is how it looks like to bypassers. it almost seems as though he is nothing but a mere flegdling, who has barely experienced what life as a vampire has to offer, who has absolutely no means nor will-power to hold back urges  that forces him to drink the blood of whoever and whatever, whenever he feels like it.

believe it or not, it didn’t start this way-- in fact, wonho wanted a mere taste of the werewolf. it has been such a long time since he tasted one, so he couldn’t help himself when offered their thick and luscious maroon juice and be it known, that it was initially an agreement. wonho has ultimately gotten drunk, however, fairly quickly, as result of having starved himself of the small pleasure of werewolf blood. he wanted more, he needed more, so he drank more.

it isn’t until he hears a voice speak from behind that wonho finally releases the pupper, a hand reaching up to sloppily brush away spilled blood from a sharp jawline-- the smirk on his lips is haunting, surely, to a fellow werewolf, but simply expresses euphoria and utter satisfaction. it doesn’t seem to bother him that he has been caught in the middle of a forbidden act, publicly even, by someone who could as well be a hunter. nevertheless, wonho isn’t afraid.

“no...” wonho’s response is very much exaggerated, as though it’s impossible that such an act could be of his intention. “she is fiiine,” although, she is lying there, unconsciously. “come here and look for yourself.” it could very much be a trap, but ultimately, it certainly isn’t.

[feyhawon]

out of the way.

[xfeywonho]

feyhawon‌:

the woman is still chattering away, scolding and yelling at him when hawon realizes he’s utterly doomed. he knows there’s no point in hiding from a vampire, knows that’s exactly what his old piano teacher is, and knows that there’s no getting out of this situation without a painfully awkward interaction. god, why couldn’t the universe just spare him this one time?

he’s sheepish in a grumpy sort of way, head ducked down as he slinks out from his hiding spot in the booth, apologizing to the increasingly upset vendor as he goes. he doesn’t quite get what the big deal with her is, but she’s not the first thing on his mind anymore. “yeah, well,” he grumbles at his former piano teacher, “not here, but i am helping my sister run a booth.” she was never forced into piano lessons. hawon always knew his parents preferred her over him by the way they never subjected her to the same sort of torture.

it’s nice to see you again, would be the polite thing to say, but hawon can’t bring himself to verbalize the lie. not that he has anything against the vampire personally, but it’s a lot of negative feelings and not so happy memories that he carries along with him. childish, most of them, but the feelings felt real enough to hawon at the time. “can i help you with anything?” while not totally impolite, his voice is flat and impersonal. it’s the nice way of asking the vampire to leave him alone, without much hope of it though.

from experience, wonho knows perfectly well that hawon’s childish and irritable mood is result merely of his own presence. after all, he taught the boy piano for many, many years-- well, he taught him as successfully as one possibly could while the student couldn’t care less, when a practice of such a marvellous instrument wasn’t even given a chance. it quickly dawned upon wonho that the young male witch couldn’t stand the sight of him and admittedly, he can’t at all blame him while quite aware that his parents practically forced the study upon their son.

now, he isn’t one to hold grudges. no, not necessarily, but wonho finds amusement in being a pain in the ass, which he assumes is a suitable description when close enough to witness the little scene that is caused by none other than hawon. his lips has curved into a small, lingering smile that exposes how entertained he truly is about the male being scolded by the vendor. he hums in response when receiving an actual response to a question that was asked as merely a teasing joke. “what has she brought to offer? perhaps, you can show me her booth?”

by the tone of speech, it can absolutely seem as though wonho is genuinely interested in what kind of items they have brought with them, although, quite the opposite. he has mere one goal tonight and unfortunately it cannot be bought from witches-- unless, they have come across an incredibly fine herb of a rare kind. in that case, he could argue that he has two targets.

[xfeywonho]

feels like deʒɑ.vʉ.

time and time again shows that wonho prefers to operate on his own, from a distance-- in fact, he strives to keep a solid gap in-between himself and the people that he meet. it is much safer that way, it gives him valuable time to properly observe the situation at hand and thus, make a calculated decision respectively. although he can sense danger from miles away, he has come to learn that it’s better to be safe than sorry, after all, his time here on earth is precious.

he supposes that is rich, coming from a vampire nearing two millennias of age. regardless, he can’t help the gratitude he has towards his sire, despite having mixed feelings about how they raised him. it comes to visit him fairly often, a certain memory that will haunt him for the rest of his undead life, as well as push him to continue. wonho curses the fact that his brother was so brutally taken away from him, along with his men that night. his wife, and his daughter.

wonho wishes so dearly that he would have been granted the opportunity to see his cherished aryeong portray as the stunning mother that she always wanted to be, to see his little baby girl grow up, for deokhye to become a beautiful and proud woman. in one way, wonho was able to experience the blossoming of his daughter from a safe distance, though only witnessing small glimpses of her life whenever his sire allowed passage back to silla-- bits and pieces.

   enough to know what she looked like throughout her twenty-eight years of life.

it’s about fifteen years ago now since wonho crossed path with a little girl named hyeseong, a  girl that instantly had him do a double take-- creepy, perhaps, from a witness point of view, but innocence was definitely present as she reminded him so greatly of his daughter, who he was never able to make aqcuainted with as a father. wonho knew that from that point of, she might come from a hunter family, but that doesn’t matter, he would never let anyone harm her.

time and time again shows that wonho is unable to refrain from looking out for her, now being no exception. something has happened, he doesn’t know what exactly, but something that’s a big enough deal for the two to meet up at k.wo piano shop. hyeseong picked the piano today, although wonho is the one who is going to play, both seated by the intrument at hand-- wonho in front of it, hyeseong nearby. “what would you like me to play?” he asks, smiling faintly.

- starter for @feyhyeseong

[hamakaminako]

Cool~~~~~

[feyevents]

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SEND ME A FLOWER AND MY MUSE WILL…

ALSTROEMERIA …pay your muse for something.

ASTER …ask your muse for advice.

ANEMONE …abandon your muse.

ANTHURIUM …offer your muse a place to stay.

BASIL …insult your muse.

CARNATION …reject your muse.

CHRYSANTHEMUM …confess to your muse.

DAFFODIL …forgive your muse.

DAHLIA …congratulate your muse.

DAISY …tell your muse a secret.

DELPHINIUM …tell your muse a joke.

FREESIA …smell your muse.

GARDENIA …smile at your muse.

GERBERA …ask for your muse’s trust.

GLADIOLUS …make your muse a promise.

GOLDENROD …give your muse encouragement.

HEATHER …protect your muse.

HYACINTH …steal from your muse.

HYDRANGEA …thank your muse.

HYSSOP …sacrifice something for your muse.

IRIS …give your muse a compliment.

LARKSPUR …put your muse in their place.

LAVENDER …help your muse relax.

LILAC …give your muse a gift.

LILY …hurt your muse.

MORNING GLORY …give your muse a hug.

NASTURTIUM …compete with your muse.:

ORCHID …trap or capture your muse.

PEONY …accuse your muse.

PROTEA …dare your muse to do something.

RANUNCULUS …flirt with your muse.

ROSE …give your muse a kiss.

SNAPDRAGON …lie to your muse.

STATICE …console your muse.

STOCK …hold your muse’s hand.

SUNFLOWER …help your muse.

TANSY …start a fight with your muse.

TULIP …recognize your muse.

ZINNIA …pay your muse a surprise visit.

[feykijung]

` * ∞ deserter

[xfeywonho]

feykijung‌:

the people probably think he’s a thief, worthy of being chased, wonho a defender of justice. he doesn’t think anyone would guess his situation– his need to escape, that wonho is the evil one for wanting to take him back to a man who disregards his life in favor of making him an object. he knows wonho is just doing his job, but doesn’t he know? doesn’t know know how much he suffered? doesn’t he feel any remorse? 

he can here wonho’s steps behind him, feet pounding against the ground. they get closer and closer, but kiha keeps going, like he believes he can outrun him, but tears blur his vision before he even his the ground. it’s roughly, and knocks the wind out of him, and wonho is so decisive. he knows the man will be able to haul him back no matter his resistance, but even though he’s down, he won’t go out without a fight. not a physical one; he knows he’ll lose, but maybe he can convince him. maybe, wonho will get just tired enough of chasing him around the city that he leaves him be, finally. maybe.

“please,” he begs regardless, sobbing. “don’t make me go back.” it’s always the same, and it never works. he cries harder. maybe he will really never escape. maybe he is doomed to this reality: an eternity with a man he hates, that turned him just to make him his trophy– who killed his best friend. 

he lets out a pained yell as wonho stomps on his back and whimpers afterwards. “please,” he repeats. please take pity on me. please help me. please leave me alone. he doesn’t know if he can get up even if he wanted to, still out of breath, still in pain. he doesn’t listen. he stays on the ground, fingers stubbornly digging into the dirt, face streaked with tears. what is the worst wonho can do to him? plenty, surely, but he doesn’t know if it’ll be worse than going back.

it’s unfortunate for kiha, truly, that the common belief is that when someone is being chased, it must be them who are attempting escape from facing charges. not that it would have mattered what the bypassers saw fit to believe, neither of them standing chance to a vampire of the age three centuries past a millennia-- that is too long a time for a mere mortal human to truly grasp and understand, even to those of his own kind. wonho hasn’t met many who shares such long a time spent walking on earth. for the most part he is in solitude, after all.

the pleads doesn’t come as a surprise to him, they are, in fact, very much expected. he can’t help the sigh that emerges, already having turned with the assumption of kiha actually giving himself up instantly. it’s the same old riddle that is repeated, the same sobbing and the same weeping of which makes wonho’s temper highly unstable. he has always been a sucker for a game or two, but today it seems his mood isn’t the best-- not that kiha would ever know if he caught wonho on a good day as they are always playing cat and mouse.

“come on,” he says firmly when stepping back up close enough. grabbing onto the back, he is effortlessly pulling the younger vampire up from the ground by the fabric of his clothes, and he doesn’t care whether it’s putting pressure on the other’s delicate throat in the process. “i don’t have time for these games,” as if it’s merely a game to kiha. no, it’s more than that, way more; the thing is that it’s simpy not of wonho’s concern because ultimately, he has but one objective and that is to bring this baby boy home where he belongs. with his sire.

or not, for all he cares-- truth be told, wonho really couldn’t care less right now. he tugs the boy along, then practically tosses him ahead, deliberately but not necessarily with force, intending for him to walk in the front. “will you ever grow tired of this, huh?” surely, no.

[xfeywonho]

don’t kill my vibe.

[xfeywonho]

feydhyun‌:

To be seen conversing and laughing about with a vampire should send any hunter into worry and turmoil. If it were anyone else, he would not have hesitated to use other means of communication, if in fact communicating is what he simply intended to do. Nox casts away the suspicious glance with a glare that the other hunter who recently got slapped sends his way. “Now now, don’t make it sound like you’re doing God’s work and freeing her from every despair by tossing her some cash for donating blood to some ‘good cause’.”

Nox squints ever so slightly at Wonho’s statement. “I’ve seen your… kin work wonders when it comes to ‘persuading’ their food into doing all sorts of things. Sometimes with a little help of their own abilities while some use the magic available to them in any moment’s need.” Holding out his arm around them, gesturing at the fact that they were in a Fey’s festival. “Ah- yet you were so close on getting her under you.”

In the very back of his mind, the one corner he is afraid to tap, Daehyun knows that there is a question that would burn him out entirely. How does it feel? To be human one second, then the dead and only to remain in limbo thanks to something unthinkable. His curious mind demands answers, but his later upbringing venomously goes against such thoughts. 

“Why, Wonho, would you have accepted my invitation if I had worded it differently?” Tilting his head to the side as though he was teasing the vampire despite his stoic expression. Funny how he is more at peace speaking to another creature than that of his own. Although perhaps its what makes him a prominent hunter compared to others in his skill set. 

“I suppose you are clever to think so highly of us,” he marks with a sigh, “for assuming that the lot of us hold powers like that.” Truth be told that vampires can indeed persuade someone into doing all sorts of things, but that doesn’t mean everyone of the kin can. Wonho admittedly has the capability, although, he cannot say that he has mastered his ability of telepathy-- in fact, he never really saw the use of it, he never saw the true potential of it. Perhaps if he did, he would have practiced it accurately and he could have learnt how to actually read minds.

However, that thought didn’t really strike him-- it hasn’t even occured to him once. The power it would have given him, if he only took the time to experiment with the power, whether he did as the ability formed or now that he has toyed around for a little bit. No, for now it’s enough to send gentle little nudges, like the urge to slap a hunter across the face. At the end of the day, they are the ones who act on the urges, on the sudden wave of new feelings and emotions. It only so happens that he gave them a little push, one that they certainly did not need.

He hums in response, the woman long gone now and the hunter with her. “I really was, wasn’t I?” He notices an underlying suggestion that blood wasn’t necessarily the only part of the deal, whether that’s something that he reads into or not, Wonho supposes such a suggestion is fair enough. After all, he doesn’t mind a good time. “Oh well, there are plenty fish in the sea, or so they say.” Smiling now, there is something wicked about it when he faces Daehyun-- a hunter of which he has grown rather fond of. One day, the man will be the death of him.

Mayhaps. “I accept your invitation regardless, but I will have to admit that it could have been a little more romantic than that.” Without further ado, Wonho simply decides that they are going for a drink, determinedly but calmly, leads the way to a nearby bar that they know.

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the alcohol he had is making him see things, that’s the only explanation he has. for a moment, seunghyun thinks he was in one of his nightmares. it was dark, later into the night. and with the absence of many, the fair had turned into an emptier playground. his senses playing with him falsely. he knew quite well where he was, but in that nightlight with an intoxicated mind and whisper buzzing in his ears, he was a boy again. seeing a monster he had not seen only imagined through his boyhood’s eyes. evil goblin his heart spoke, racing widely, as an old fear came flooding over him. crawling like spiders up his skin. itching him with unease.

the sudden feeling of panic makes him careless, and it’s pulling him down until he finds himself sitting on the ground, with a stranger beside him taking care of his wound. an old cut had split open, blood trickling down his arm. “i’m fine,” he says, but his mind feels fuzzy like it was stuffed full with white cotton, and he can’t remember quite what just happened. skin crawling with the feeling of being closely scrutinized, unaware that he was clearly standing out as a human. the hunter before him won’t leave him alone, not until he was bandaged up. 

the care given by a stranger feels weird and makes seunghyun shift uneasily. no one had cared this much about him being hurt before. still, he doesn’t pull away. eyes closed, he is nothing but heavy breathes and a beating pulse rising, alcohol swirling in coloring motions, as he answers, the questions that were asked of him, “just hit my arm against one of the stalls, the screw stuck out. it’s not that big of a deal.”  

opening his eyes once more after a few minutes, black spots dance in front of his eyes before his surrounding no longer tilts dangerously in front of him, and the fuzzy feeling has lifted somewhat from his brain. seunghyun feels a lot soberer than before, and pushes himself up from the ground. “it’s fine,” he mumbles again, thanking the intrusive stranger before stepping away from him onto a much colder path. 

he needs to get home.

the air has turned colder, a shiver running down his spine, and he finds his mind back in that place. feels his heart thrumming in his chest, something buzzing over his skin, something slithers through his blood underneath. it’s verging on fear. he hears footsteps behind him, and he thinks it’s the stranger that has followed after him, causing him to snap harsher than intended, “i told you i’m fine.”

it’s the scent of sweet iron that calls for wonho’s attention in the midst of a dark evening, while roaming about the psychic fair as though some common tourist. although, none of the merchs sold tonight are much of interest to him, he feigns it nonetheless, his true intentions being of a more unconventional than to innocently buy some new insense sticks that is said to heal-- not that he thinks they don’t work, but they aren’t items in his arsenal. no, wonho is searching for someone, someone in particular, but still no one that he necessarily knows.

a new donor, although-- he undoubtedly will find one where he is now headed, towards some men in a forsaken alley. wonho already knows what has happened, what is happening, much thanks to heightened senses, and he watches from afar out of pure curiosity. now, it has been some time since he fed properly, but luckily for the human, and the hunter, for that matter, he learnt how to control himself over a millennia ago. it stings in his throat still, though, it’s gone dry by the mere scent of fresh blood that is trickling down a human’s pale arm.

part of him wonders whether daehyun is aware of what he did the other day, when he scared away a potential woman in front of the ancient vampire’s very eyes. a feisty woman, she was, with some help from himself and his powers of telepathy. she would clearly have been a fine addition to his collection of live and walking blood banks, sadly she turned out not worthy. it’s amusing to him still when he recalls the moment, where she ran into the claws of a hunter-- if only she wasn’t so cowardly, he thought, he could have protected her ass.

wonho keeps a certain distance when the two men parts way, slowly but audibly following the traces of the harmed human. no, he doesn’t intend to feed on him, still, the scent is incredibly tempting as of the moment-- it’s definitely becoming urgent, finding a new donor, or else he is forced to approach other means. one would have thought that being the ripe age of 1701, his appetite wouldn’t be all to restrictive, that he wasn’t all too picky about his meals.

that isn’t the case, for wonho has grown rather accustomed to fresh blood, and that has been his fuel for as long as he can remember. he isn’t surprsied when the male snaps at him, which only causes a small smirk. “hmm, that’s not a proper way to converse now, is it?”

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The fresh breeze greets her as she enters the festival, the magic singing happily beneath the skins of every holder and harmonizing with the rest. She was extremely pleased to come home in time for the spring festival, Minha had to fight nail and tool with her agent just to come back early for this. After three months of travelling around Europe for fashion and decor tours, not to mention learning about Celtic magic for a month, Minha knows full well she deserved this break from work. 

It was about the fourth stall that she visited before accidentally bumping into him. Minha was usually more alert when it comes to other’s presences around her, their aura would touch hers instantly before their physical form. Clearly, she was too occupied with essence stone to notice him. With a bright and apologetic smile, she turns to him, “oh I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t watching where I was going. Are you alright?”

The psychic fair has been eventful to say the least, much to Wonho’s expectation, although, it unfortunately seems he can’t find another donor as of yet. Still searching for someone who he can persuade into what he deems to be a lucrative agreement he finds himself roaming along the many booths, possibly having hung out for so long that the vendors take notice of him. As Wonho passes them with ease and confidence, though managing to bump into someone.

“Not to worry, I am...” His words trails of in complete shock. “No...” that’s not possible. It takes everything of him to not reach out, but the dumbfoundedness is quite evident in his features--  the next moment, Wonho simply stares at the woman before him, a woman who appears like his beloved wife. In the end, he can’t help himself, fingers gracing along the lines of her arms, just to make sure he isn’t hallucinating. “I-- I apologise,” he says quickly, retrieving his hands.

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After sundown, there’s a different character to the city—it’s awash in new colors, new sounds, new outfits on the same people that hours before would have been dressed respectably for work and school. The nuances these days are stronger to Harin’s perceptions; he can’t say it’s always for the better, particularly when it comes to the exhaust fumes and rotting food the restaurants put out by the street, beeping horns and distant sirens and someone crying outside a nightclub on a weeknight. Fortunately, for every negative, there’s as many pleasant things. Grilling meat and a blend of spices, a group of friends laughing, a flash of light as someone takes a picture, shops with flowers and pastries. It’s just that the sour traces sometimes beg to be acted upon.

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It does something to a man, when he realise that there is practically no living superior to them that can stand a chance in battle—whether that is physical or psychological. That does not go without saying that Wonho is not at all undefeatable, he too can fall, just like any other man, it simply requires more effort and some actual skill to bring him to his knees. After all, he would not have been a vampire today, if it were not for the undeniable fact that he was struck by the enemy blade back in August of 347. No, Wonho can certainly fall to the right person, although, the hunter in front of him is unfortunately not one of those. For the sake of shits and giggles, it seems he can’t help himself when he indulges in a game of hide and seek, when he creates a reality where the huntsman has a chance of bringing victory home.

To Wonho, it feels like he is playing with a child, except if he let his guard down too much then it could have fatal consequences for him and his life, it could mean true death. That is why he deliberately keep a safe distance in-between himself and the hunter, a young male that seems to be overestimating his abilities to the point of if he had met a vampire more unforgiving than Wonho, he would likely be the one to lose his life tonight. Admittedly, that is not his intentions, but if something happens, like a scratch or a broken bone, then what happens, happens. “If you cannot take the heat, then get out of the kitchen,” as they say these days. Such a funny saying, really, but relatable, nonetheless. However, he supposes that the hunter was not quite prepared for being exposed to becoming a sort of plaything, a subject of experiment.

There are not many who recognises him by first glance, not even second or third—even upon hearing his infamous name, the evil goblin Kang Wonho, most opponents believe that to be a fraud. Why? Because he is nearing two millennials of age and truthfully, word has it that he is nothing but a rumour. That is why the hunter is not aware of the powers that he is facing, that he is unfamiliar with the additional skill that Wonho obtained many, many years ago, a skill of which he still finds himself practicing even to this day. Unfortunately for this young man, he fell prey to becoming a guinea pig. Having just sent another wave of distracting thoughts, Wonho can’t refrain from laughing out loud when threatened, when asked if he has any last words. It is a vocal one, this young fellow, which makes it so much more entertaining.

In the distance, however, he notices someone approaching the scene, someone he senses to be werewolf. How interesting, he thinks, and it only becomes much more interesting when the puppy proceeds to open his mouth. While the hunter has shifted his attention, so has Wonho, who immediately picks up the rapid beats of a worried heart— obviously, he is trying to appear brave. Which Wonho supposes that he is, as he did in fact approach an areana that can easily become dangerous for every party involved. Now bored with the hunter, Wonho shifts closer to him with incredible speed to grab him by the throat, finally revealing bits and pieces of the true strength and power that he holds, ultimately frightening the boy—just a smidge, but more than enough to have him running for his dear life once released from a deadly grip.

“It seems you scared the poor fellow away,” he muses when turning to his new company, lips curling into an ever so small smirk. “I doubt I would have survived the night had it not been for your heroic entrance.” The mocking tone is evident, though somewhat friendly.

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